| Lanterns are burning, but eyes no longer burn
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| The other side of the coin leads to heaven
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| and I will be responsible for my market there,
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| while I'm here trying to swim forward as if on waves
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| love people as much as the world allows again
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| I stand on a rake seeing how they betray their own
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| people go as the days go
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| time goes by so fast i want to break the clock
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| and maybe somewhere behind the clouds
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| we stop living with our hands tied
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| got older began to understand what's what
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| now I smile less and less in the morning, listen
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| we are laying repchin here against the background of Penza roofs
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| If your wings are broken, you won't be able to fly
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| too many guilty and so few right
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| just relax man, because there's nothing to fix
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| it won't stop the system removes the weak
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| kill or die there are no other alignments
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| too many guilty and so few right
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| just relax man, because there's nothing to fix
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| I remember the days when all the doors were on ...
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| the streets taught to blindly hate Musars
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| they drank away their childhood in the bare Khrushchevs
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| much has passed, but there is no escape from karma
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| here.here. |
| either you are alone or in a pack of wolves
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| get lost so easily among the monotonous buildings
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| while the trackers stubbornly fill the ranks
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| I think about the upcoming meeting with heaven,
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| and we have been to the sea, but we have a monopoly
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| the guy manipulates and there are no tears
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| trying to fix something when the whole world seemed to freeze
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| I see this more and more. |
| drunk eyes
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| the smoke rises up the mind becomes new
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| and I fuck on the lips of those who do not know the value of the word
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| too many guilty and so few right
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| just relax man, because there's nothing to fix
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| it won't stop the system removes the weak
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| kill or die there are no other alignments
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| too many guilty and so few right
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| just relax man, because there's nothing to fix |